I proved to myself that storm chasing is not just a hobby but a passion of mine with this storm. Driving home from chasing in Arizona, I felt a strong sadness facing the fact that I was done with chasing monsoon for the summer. It hurt to leave after 30 days of photographing the storms there. Dusk fell 300+ miles into the 1700 mile journey home and a discrete cell shined in the colorful sunset. The sadness quickly turned to yells of "Wow!" and "This is marvelous!" The rain shaft, filled with color and a sparkle, took my full attention. An exit came a few miles later after the shine went away. I would not have photographed that because it was something too beautiful. Lightning began to strike...